Kill The Pig. Cut Her Throat. Spill

Even If You Got Rid Of Paper, You Would Still Have Story-tellers. In Fact, You Had The Story-tellers Before You Had The Paper.

I Have A Confession To Make. The Love Affair Of My Life Has Been With The Greek Language. I Have Now Reached The Age When It Has Occurred To Me That I May Have Read Some Books For The Last Time. I Suddenly Thought That There Are Books I Cannot Bear Not To Read Again Before I Die. One That Stands Out A Mile Is Homer's Iliad.

Worse Than Madness. Sanity.

The Beast Was Harmless And Horrible; And The News Must Reach The Others As Soon As Possible.

Couldn't A Fire Outrun A Galloping Horse?